Sherlolly Oneshots

Clever Girl

Sherlock Holmes was bent down over microscope, playing with the knobs and squinting intensely.  The room he was in was dim, barely lit and almost entirely flooded with darkness.  He was so intent on his work he hardly noticed the footsteps coming up behind him and peering over his shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at," a voice said from behind him.  Sherlock just squinted more, screwing at one of the knobs mercilessly.

"I am trying to do something, Molly.  Please leave," he mumbled. 

"Not Molly," Sherlock blinked when an American accent filled his ears.  He sat up and spun around his chair, only to come face to face with a young girl.  He studied her immediately, toned figure, tan, curly blonde-brown hair pulled into a ponytail.

"Crew," he muttered under his breath, quickly registering the fact, "sorry who are you?"

The girl smiled at him, "I'm Megan.  Who're are you?  Your name's not Tom, is it?  Otherwise I think I'd have to punch you.  A lot."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her, "uh no.  It's Sherlock.  What, might I ask, are you doing here?  I'm in the middle of something important." 

"You're Sherlock?  My aunt told me to be here.  I'm visiting her for the week.  I live in America."

Sherlock nodded, "yes.  Yes I know.  Who's your aunt?"

As if on cue the door opened, a voice chattering away, "sorry Megan, love.  The new intern they brought in is a complete idiot and- Sherlock?"

Sherlock tilted his head, turning to Megan.  "Molly's your aunt?"  Megan gave him a prompt nod.

"Oh!  Sorry Sherlock, I didn't know you were here." 

Sherlock shrugged, waving his hand dismissively, "no it's alright.  I'm wrapping up with this anyway."  Molly nodded.

"Uh, this is my niece, Megan."

"Yes we met." 

"Oh, um cool."  The room enveloped in an awkward silence.  Megan watched the scene carefully, her eyes flicking back and forth between Sherlock and Molly.  Finally she grinned.

"Aunt Molly," she said loudly, "what was it you wanted to show me again?"

Molly blinked at her in surprise, "well I was going to show you the morgue but now that I think about it I don't think that's a such a good-"

"Yes.  Dead people.  Alright let's see it," she said, clapping her hands together.  Molly studied her with her head tipped to the side.  Sherlock raised an eyebrow.  Finally Molly just shook her head and shrugged.

"Your accent is throwing me off," she muttered under her breath, sighing in defeat, "alright let's go."

Megan grinned, then she turned to Sherlock, eyeing him carefully.  "You wanna come?"  Molly blinked, taken aback, and Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Oh you don't have to Sherlock we-" Molly began. 

"No it's quite alright," he was peering at Megan curiously.  "I'd love to." 

With a cautious nod Molly held the door open for Megan as she led the way out, Sherlock following.  As they walked down the quiet halls, Megan led the way and Sherlock and Molly fell into place beside each other.

"Do you know what she's up to?"  Molly whispered to Sherlock.  He shrugged.

"It's that accent," he silently cursed under his breath, "it's hard to... decipher what she's saying."  Molly nodded knowingly.